Amina Deka Asma

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  • 14 April ’24

    I’m somewhere in between a rock and a hard place.Or maybe, potentially, a soft one? At the end of something while being at the beginning of something else,Where the desert and the ocean meet,Where day and night exchange hands,Where good and bad point fingers at each other. I have found my voice again – Not…

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  • “Almost doesn’t count”

    Today I want to write about being on the edge of something,I want to write about nearly landing that job or almost securing that new opportunityBut I can’t write about it without mentioning the mourning process that is accompanied by all of thisBy all the “almosts” The unsaid prayers and phahla sessionsThe consolation you offer…

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  • Today I miss home

    Today I miss home the way I knew itI miss the two-bedroom apartment and the people who once lived inside it. I long for the Saturday evenings we’d spend together on the couch watching something on SABC3.My body remembers how warm my home used to be,My stomach reminds me of filling my mother’s food used…

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  • Wet pillowcases

    I must’ve been 6 years old when I learnt how to mute the sound of my cries. I’d lie down in my mother’s double bed and feel the tears irritate the corners of my eyes, As they ran down in one direction carrying the weight of whatever was on my mind. This turned into a…

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  • What happens when going home to yourself is no longer an option?

    To be honest, this will always – or rather should always be an option. But in my case, home as I know it has changed. It has become so foreign and out of touch. *sighs* So, about a year ago my life took a rather expected turn. My ancestral calling intensified and so came the…

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  • The day I nearly died

    TW: mention of physical violence I have spent the last five years sharing this story in drips and drabs, avoiding to share it from beginning to end. It’s been a process of avoiding, trying to forget, being triggered and repeating the process all over again. But today is different. Today I want to let go…

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